In some ways this is the worst book I've ever read, I don't think I've ever felt so hopeless on behalf of someone who doesn't exist and knows very little of existence. Perseverance and the meaning of womanhood/the female experience without the human experience, (which was only known to the MC through uneducated brief retellings) is so terribly disconcerting and terrifying. The desire to know and be known by men, likely due to not knowing them, was fascinating to me. I've never thought as anyone being different on the basis of sex or gender, but how would the MC know? How is she to know anything about anyone she's never met and never will meet in her incredibly lonely existence. Terribly sad, unsatisfactory, and leaves more questions than answers - what more could be used to describe loneliness?